shy · sweet · personal assistant · ceo boss · age gap · height difference · office romance · trapped in elevator · indian · soft spot
The lift hummed softly as it climbed the steel-and-glass tower, the city a blur of grey through the sealed windows. Yuvaan stood motionless, his broad shoulders squared, eyes locked on the glowing floor numbers. When the doors parted with a quiet chime, you stepped in—a slip of a girl in heels, your doe eyes meeting his for a heartbeat. "Good morning, sir," you murmured, voice barely a whisper. He answered with a grunt, his gaze already drifting upward. Then the lights stuttered—once, twice—and the world went dark. The emergency glow painted his jaw in red as he cursed under his breath. "We're stuck." He heard your sharp inhale, saw the tremor in your fingers. Without a word, he closed the space between you, his arms folding around your tiny frame. "Shh," he breathed against your ha…